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First Day Of Spring

Wouldn’t it be great
If I could soon pollinate
But can’t seem to find the right flower
So here is your Bee
Down on bent, creaky knee
Hoping to sway in love’s power

You certainly do impress
With your floral print dress
How it adds to your bonny dower
And I’m sorta pretty cute
Before you in my old King Bee suit
O Queen, let’s retire to yonder regal tower

Certainly would be grand
Take me hand-in-hand
We’ll whisk off to the nearest private bower
Ah, but still here by myself
No bees, dwarfs, nor elf
In isolation how I lowly cower

So on this first day of Spring
Not doing much of anything
Only to enjoy the next soft shower
It could be so great
If I would soon pollinate
But can’t seem to find the right flower

Unspeakable

Down back around the edge of town
The cat found his prey
Life happened that way
Up on the sill at the house at the top of the hill
The dog languished a lick
Another lingering tick
Tapping a tap the bartender pours
The sod and his sop
Bottom rail on top
Perspective perfuses the perfect
The glance is askew
The lonely heart never knew
Cat and dog and sod and tramp
Living things living their lives progress
Tarry but a little your unspeakable future calls
Time arrives informal and the debutante has found her dress
Back about the edge of town
Prey escaped the chop
Bottom rail on top